Lakeshore

Walking by the lakeshore
winding through the trees
with sunlight on the water
and a refreshing breeze
I find a rock to sit on
and while away the afternoon
living in a pleasant dream
I hope doesn’t end too soon

I imagine that you’re waiting
in a cabin on the hill
a cobbler you made just for me
cooling on the window sill
the water we drew from the well
was sweet and it was cold
in our cabin by the lake
we never did grow old

It all turns to sadness if you let it
like a memory that won’t let you forget it
but if you dream a past that never happened
you have the freedom to create your own end

The water we drew from the well
was sweet and it was cold
in our cabin by the lake
we never did grow old
I sit on my rock
and while away the afternoon
living in a pleasant dream
I hope doesn’t end too soon

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Days and Nights

You asked me for a secret
I gave you a lie
you never held that against me
I still do not know why
there was a truth we always shared
in a room so warm and dark
and no limit to the mercy shown
a scarred and weary heart

Oh, the days and nights of love
I’d go back if I could
to the months and years of love
when all was understood

Now you’re gone
it happens
and I do the best I can
sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh
it’s hard to understand
and if I ever have the chance
to fill this void I feel
all the lessons that we learned
will tell me if it’s real

Oh the days and nights of love
when everything was good
all the months and years of love
I’d go back if I could

 

Mile Marker

Subject to sentimentality
mile marker days recur regularly
we consider how far we’ve come
from what we’ve left behind
or what was taken from us
how often we find
we wish we could go back again
to a time before the pain
but that cannot happen
so we learn to celebrate
the places where our rivers have flowed
and the love we’ve known
along the way

Gently

A spider web
in a tree shining
in the morning sun
undulating gently in the breeze
gives one to understand
that God is in his heaven
and the plan continues
to unfold

Echoes

In the middle
of not much
we were as
rich as kings
because we found
our dreams in the
simple everyday things

good or bad
it was simply the sharing
that made it
all worthwhile
and the decision
to keep on caring
which permitted
us to smile

we were not immune
of course to time’s
assault relentless
but somewhere
in this universe
are echoes
of our happiness

Stranger Kindness

The lady stood
as straight as she could
with the weight of the world
on her slight shoulders
and asked at the counter
if there were someone
who could help her
bring her husband inside
for his treatments

Assured it would be
just a minute she started
back to the car to wait with him.
I had an urge to give her a hug
and tell her everything would be okay
but she might have thought me weird
okay is such a subjective thing
it’s not always safe to let your guard down
so I just let my heart ache a minute
for them, knowing where they are

Knowing from experience that
there is no stranger kindness
than the kindness of strangers
popping up when least expected
occurring when most needed
wondering just how does
God do that, anyway? And, how
do we decide when to apply it?

Curiously Thankful

In the turmoil between memory
and the motion around me
I learned what I lost
it was everything.
But I can run on
the fumes indefinitely
and after so many years
of such luck beyond deserving
it seems almost greedy
and ungrateful to ask for more.
but in this swirling confusion
it is only human
to long for the anchor
the shelter from the storm
the beacon in the darkness
still curiously thankful
that I know what I’m missing